Time

Days fly past, one too much like the other. No time for long lazy meals, slow food relished with friends and family. No time to feel clay in my hands, paint dabbing canvas, pencils drawn over paper. No time for afternoon naps or hours spent just being. No time for a long walk, a wander on forested mountain slopes. No time to get out of the rut and explore alternatives to what fills minutes, hours, days.

No time to live.